" The eyes are dim, but a single bright glimmer tracks down one weathered cheek.
Ringil—
Gil shakes his head. 's okay. Thanks for the krin. Going to be a big help.
He slings the Ravensfriend up and over his shoulder, walks away from the god and down the slope towards the waiting dwenda.
After all, he calls back. Worse fates than being forced into a place where your choice of acts is limited to those where your soul burns brightest. "
― Richard K. Morgan , The Dark Defiles (A Land Fit for Heroes, #3)